October 7 1999

Thrown Into The Dirt
By Candice D.

Like branches reaching out for the heavenly waters..

in the blink of an eye it is gone...

is there no hope for the future?

Shall I not wait for the dawn?

Thrown into the dirt..

I still have not spit it out from the last time

but the new dirt..just as dirty..

just as rancid..

mixes with the last.

it works into my system..

It is with me forever.

No heavenly waters to cleanse my soul.

No heavenly hug to warm my coldness..

Nothing for me

nothing of me..

no more tears no more pain

oh how i yearn for that to be true.

but its not.

it will not be.

as long as I live.

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